There was once an author that went around giving lectures. His style was so elegant, that everyone thought he was a perfect writer. His word choice was so sophisticated, that it flew over the minds of the lower class, and dazzled the upper class.
He offered classes, but when he taught, few, if any, people understood him. So great was his power, that nobody could understand him. Yet they continued to admire him. His students went on and began writing in a similar manner. Soon, they began writing for the upper class as well, and enjoyed enormous prestiege among certain circles, which considered themselves smart, educated, and sophisticated.
So diverted and saturated were the authors and nobles, that they completely missed a small little pamphlet that was released by an author for the lower class. He had not been among the great authors pupils, instead an old scholar who had, by trial and error, become well respected by his peers for being able to communicate efficently.
The pamphlet, far from containing the language of the upper class, was written for the lower class. It proceeded to detail the excesses and vanity of the authors and the elite. It continued to identify how they were responsible for their situation in life.
So widely distributed was this book, that it soon reached the barracks, where it spread like wildfire. The result was a spontaneous uprising, which resulted in the death of the superfluous authors and the elite.
The moral of the story: Write so people can understand you.
